CrimsonThe secret of beautylies with a rose;Its aesthetic brilliancegoes unopposedIts deep crimson hueis adored by the eye;Its external presenceis never passed byBut when it is touched,the finger, it pricksThe blood trickles softlyas it drips drips dripsAnd one thing is seenfrom this new point of view:The same crimson beautyis internal too
Sticks and StonesYou heard if sticks and stoneswere ham-handedly tossed,the bones may breakbut the person would notYou heard words could never hurt,so you tried throwing them too,not understandingwhat the person had been throughAnd you continued tossingnot realizing you were wrong,until one stone remainedwhen they could no longer hold on:A gravestone.
WishesMaybe we should stop wishing on shooting stars,birthday candles,and dandelionsto bring our muttered words to lifeFor eighteen years later,we still close our eyes;whispering words of yearning at a golden object,demolishing a crimson flame,and emitting white specks into the lucent airBut maybe we shouldn'tFor these wishes we make for countless yearsServe as reminders:That no one in life has everything,But at least we have somethingEven if it's just an intangible sentencemuttered under our ardent breath
FateIsn’t it ironic?The concept of our lifeThat everything we work forWill undoubtedly dieThe beauty of our facesThe muscle that we’ve tonedThe high paying job we worked forThe objects in our homeThe thoughts we think importantThe ones we surely don’tThe memories now filling us with blissAnd of course the ones that won’tOur dearest friendsOur familyNo one shall escapeThe one thing guaranteed to everythingWill also be our fate
Space“I need space,” he quietly statesBut dear, what do you mean?Do you mean you want the planets,the asteroids,the sun?Do you mean you want the stars,the galaxies,the moon?Do you want to rent a room, inside a great black hole?An infinite vacuum,a quiet location,solitude for the soul?Oh yes, my dear,I’m sure you’ll find plenty of space in thereOh yes, my dear,in there,It’s as empty as you.
Get Lost"Get lost," they said vindictively:A knife stabbed through my soulAnd being young and ignorant,I took these words so cruelI swam through roaring oceans,and I trekked the mountains highI spent time on deserted landwith me, myself, and IAnd as I wandered aimlesslyacross these untouched placesI realized to get lost,you must seek a destination
Dear DeathI sink my kneesinto the sodden dirtsurrounding the graveof a human long goneI touch the stone'schiseled cursive wordsand trace the letters:how gelid they've becomeI stare at the flowersthat people have left;upon the plot,ham-handedly choppedAnd I contemplatemy inevitable deathhoping no flowers are leftfor the message they possess"I'm trading life for death."
AloneWhen I am alonein the darkness of my room,Sleep is approaching,but my mind's a labyrinth tooI navigate the pathwaystrying to understand:How in a room so empty,lonely I never am
NothingI heard someone sarcastically sputter,"You are what you eat."But hearing that sole sentenceallowed me to finally understandwhy I amwhat I am:Nothing.
LoveWe say we love flowersAnd their sweet aromaYet we can spend hoursJust picking them upWe ask for their thoughtsAs we pick at their petalsAbout if he loves meOr he loves me notAnd yet we still wonderWhy nobody trustsWhen "I love you" is mutteredBut have we forgot? We kill what we love.
TattoosTattoos are evidencethat sometimes we love somethingso much,so unconditionally,we forever want it embeddedAnd even if the colors fade,and the lines become wrinkledOr even if we form a strong abhor;an everlasting distaste for it,the thing we lovedwill forever be part of usFor like the ink it's written in,true love lasts
HomesickI breathe in the frigid atmosphereSkimming through the skyI'm sleepwalking through miles of starI'm lost and I don't know whyI drown ever so slowlyIn my own corrupted sleepIt's a storm of faded happinessAnd a flood of broken dreamsI could bleed out a thousand oceansAnd still be barely aliveBecause when you've lost a part of yourselfYou never truly die
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
Grow a GardenHer father gave her a pack of seeds, and told her to grow a garden,for flowers could teach her about lifeSitting cross-legged, the dewy, viridian grass itching at her ankles,she took her freshly-sharpened trowel,and dug deep into the sodden dirtHer lungs inhaled the musky scent,as butterflies beat softly around her décolletageAnd she promised herself,she'd give a flower to her favorite boyFor months and months, she waited for the flowers to growAnd as she waited, to no avail,the blue-eyed boy that made her lungs fill with salty water,and made the butterflies cage inside her stomach,only gave flowers to other girlsSo she promised herself,she'd get a flower from her favorite boySo she grew a different garden:She allowed crimson roses to grow from her skinny wrists; thorns digging, creating vertical linesAnd she permitted black velvet petunias to flourish cavities under her sullen eyesAnd finally, she let pale, yellow marigolds consume the skin of her hollow chee
SavedYour tangled up soulhas taken a toll,Hiding dark and deepthe secrets you keepThe tears you have shedfrom thoughts in your head,Dear they were all fiction:a made up addictionI want you to knowI see through the show,I know that your eyestell genuine liesI watch as you feignas you’re still in pain,And my soul will be toountil I have saved you
Atelophobia Atelophobia The word sticks to my tongue like cotton candyThe sweet, fluffy combination of lettersstruggling to embody a correct connotationAnd even the dictionary definition seems sugarcoated:"Fear of imperfection."Is that what they say when I'm up until 3am,editing my English paper for the umpteenth timeThe tick-tock tick-tock of the clockpromptly proliferating the roomAnd I just sit there changing good to great,and peaceful to quiescent,hoping that my teacher will be drunk in his bungalowwhile he grades my chicken-scratch calligraphyAnd he’ll see stars instead of how horrid it isOr is that the word they use,when I struggle to consume a 25-calorie chunk of chocolatebecause I just know it will go straight to my hips,or when I step on the scaleand watch the black dashes zoom bylike a carousel spinning,And as the twirling and whirling makes me sick,I know throwing up still won’t make me thinAnd is that the term they mutterwhen I'm sob
InsanityShould I keep fighting?Or is it betterIf I just let it go?I'm not sure anymoreI can't take it anymoreThe voices are driving me crazyMaybe I should stop fightingAnd let insanity take overMaybe that wayLife will have a meaningAnd maybeI can find happiness
LungsMaybe ifour lungsexhaled moneyinstead ofcarbon dioxide,we'd valuelifea little more(or maybe we'd just go broke).
Stay with meDreams falling apartLike a castle of cardsGhosts of the pastRefusing to go awayAnd the pain of lossGetting worse each dayThis is notWhat life should beThis is a nightmareAnd I want to wake upSo please don't leave meWhen I need you the most
Pretty Blue PillsPretty blue pills,shiny in my palm,the ticket to my peace,to my eternal calm.They're so perfectly round,and soon they'll be in me.The closest to perfectthat I'll ever be.They go down so smooth.Five, ten, fifteen and twenty.Soon I'll be gone.Twenty-five and Thirty.That should be enough,but I'll play it safe.Thirty-five and forty.Now I have no more to take.The bottle is empty,as empty as I feel.None of this is happening,too good to be real.But soon I start to driftinto a dark unknown fog.Somewhere quite distantly.I hear a muffled sob.But I blow it off as fake.Nobody could possibly care.I doubt anyone's noticedthat I'm no longer there.But then I hear my name,just a distant call.I feel myself lift higher.No! I want to fall!I ignore the voice in earnest,but it's calling me up, up, up.Please let me be.That life was too tough.I like this fog,this numbing haze,free from the ridicule,from the judging gaze.But inevitably I come up,eyes open so slight.The
All Is NearI hate, I burnI love, I tryI need, I cryI hope, I dieI greetI say goodbye.I feelI become numb.I dreamI despairIn the end all is nearTo those who live without fear.
No longer dreaming..Screaming, can't you hear it?That girl from the rooftop,She's barely breathing,She was waiting for the pain to stop, Her feet were on the ledge,She looked down,All of her regrets and sorrows,They made her frown, She jumped,She did not have a soft landing,Crashing skull to the pavement,She is no longer breathing, Bleeding out,Voices call,The angels take her in their arms,This wasn't a dream afterall..
RejectionI gave loveOnly to get hateIn returnThe pain of rejectionStriked hardBreaking my heartI fixed it, eventuallyBut I made sureIt would never be broken again
Loneliness and acceptanceAm I doomed to lonelinessOr just used to be alone?Rejected by othersSeen as a freakI used to careAnd to try to look "cool"But these days are over nowAll I need is a friendSomeone who understands meAnd accepts meFor who I am
Stay with MeClick play and read slowly to the music for full effectCan you make it?can you stay?can you pull through another day?Because I won't let you leaveyou can't give up on meI refuse to let you goyou are precious to memore than you knowI will walk you throughI will be thereme and youI will take on your demonsI will slaughter them all for youso you don't have toJust staydon't let your kind heart fadedon't let your mind breakDamn it!if I could I'd take it all awayBut I can only stand at your sideif you are willing to trust mein me you can confideAnythingjust say the wordI will surely not wait a second to acta nod and it will be done - SNAPSo please hold ondon't let go of your lifeboth of my hands I willingly giveto make your burdens lightI will fight to hold together your shattered souljust don't give up on meStay with me!Hold on!
RapeI am a seventeen year old boyI have determination in my bright blue orbs.My smile can calm even the strongest tempest.My friends are nothing short of amazing,and my family...well, they are some of the mostsupportive people I have in my life.I'm going to make it big. Have a family,live in a big house.I'm going to marry my princess, have moneyand success.I'll be happy.And my children will look up to me,so will my wife. I'll protect them,I'll be their role model.I'll be the grandpa my grand kids love.I'll live a long life, until it's time for me to go.And even then, I'll be smiling down, not readyto really depart from happiness.OoOoOoOI'm a seventeen year old boy,and my tears stain my ruffled jacket.I can't smile like I used to, but I try.But I'm still so lonesome.Where were the friends that understood me?Where was the family that supported me?They try, but I can't let them in.My future crumbles, my wife vanishes,my children...their children, drown in thepool o
ShardsA grin comes to my lipsAs I pick a shardA shard of my broken heartAnd I use it to drawDraw red lines on my scarred skinThis is my painMy twisted pleasureMy lifeThe grin goes awayReplaced by demented laughterAs blood drips down my skinAs I feel its tasteIts painful delicious tasteThis is my painMy twisted pleasureMy lifeI throw away the shardFor I have no more use for itMy heart cannot be fixedThere's an endless suply of shardsAnd it doesn't matter anymoreThis is my painMy twisted pleasureMy life
RainYou stand here inthis somber place,the rain peltingyour sorrowed faceI think abouthow you do feign,as your salty tearsmix with the rainAnd as your lips dripwith bitter sorrow,I desire for youa better tomorrow